Ahh, Tejon Ranch… still one of my favorite places to hunt in the whole country (or at least the parts I’ve hunted so far). 

It was a lovely weekend down there, with unusually nice weather for this time of year (clear with lows in the high 30s, highs in the mid 60s).  Pulling out of the gate yesterday afternoon, I felt that sharp, familiar twinge of regret and sadness that the visit was ended.  If I could have a little cabin situated right in the middle of that property, along with full hunting access, I think I could die ecstatic.   I wouldn’t need passage to Heaven, because I’d already have my cabin there. 

Anyway…

Were pigs killed this weekend?  Absolutely. 

Are there tales to tell?  For sure.  There might even be a little video. 

But good things come to those who wait.  And since I’m back in the office today, with a very full day of work ahead, if you want the Tejon tales, you’re gonna have to wait.

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